The Last Real One - Mello Music Group, Wise Intelligent, Has-Lo

Audible Doctor!

You bout to lose your license for this one

This shit gon' make more niggas sink than a hill

Believe you me

Rappers just become what I’ve been since young

All the MC’s, I’m d last real one

I’m like the Alpha O, the alafanoby

The elemental octagon, the horizontal figure-8

The infinite, like your WIFI light

I’ll be keepin' shit connected, blessed Israeli-ite

An ma flow is real tight, what it is is real life

Calibrate it to creation, it's what Isre-al's like

Ma brotha, Ezra’s L lights

The dark is fo' artiste who can’t keep his real

Right can’t confront his real life

This is what it feels like when it’s bustin' out your system

Like it’s liquor last night

Hanging over, get him sober

This dis nigga last fight, an understudy ass wipe

Him an his buddies pass mics, around in semi circles

Tryna get it half right, the scepter in my hand hand might

Pass to someone if they come from where it’s real life

Where the shit real still, ma spit still ill

Cut an paste the SMS, an text the message, an speak it an repeat it

When we build, tweet it say it’s real

All the MC’s, I’m d last real one

Rappers just become what I’ve been since young

Rapper boy run when the black son come

All the MC’s, I’m d last real one

I’m like the architect’s opus

The mark 5 gold, over suit, over arc, open-eyed lotus

The owners, the unsung, sung an torch blowers

Who teach us the holy, d freeze frame moment

I circulate, like a bootleg on tape

It’s so perfect, the verbiage, tailor-made verses

Trailer load, from days I was barely known

An now I got Mike Toe callin ma phone

To put d record out, I put the message on

Press it up, put the pressure on, less is more

Truly yours, the art of war, platinum when I return

Until then I leave you what I got in reserve

Memorize me, an sing along like a Biggie song

Ha, sicker than yo average, sittin on some bachin

An I got em if you askin

It’s automatic, systematic, fragments